I didn't eat out or make a fabulous meal but I decided that this deserved a post nonetheless. Thus, here is my homage to the cheese course. I attended a friend's wedding and in addition to the roving appetizers (local cherry tomato skewers with mozzarella, basil and a drizzle of balsamic and yellow watermelon with chili powder), they had the most exquisite table of cheese. There was a beautiful spread of goat's and cow's milk cheeses including robiola (my favorite), grana padana (delicious salty crunchies), a sharp aged white cheddar, and humboldt fog. The only hitch, which I considered a blessing in disguise, was that there was an anonymous "cheese" on the table, paired with honeycomb, which many of the guests were describing as the creamiest. I hurriedly took a slab of it, piled it on a crostino and rapidly popped it into my mouth . . . at which point I realized that I had just eaten a few tablespoons of butter (not a bad surprise if you ask me).
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